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LIL' WAYNE lyrics : "Bloodline"


[Verse 1]
The streets make the hustlas

Hustlas make the world go round
The world is made of keys, ounces and pounds
The keys, ounces and pounds is made from hustlas

See how %#@! come back round for ya
Gotta cop it, chop it and cook it
See how %#@! come back round for ya

Gotta kick in the oven now watch it bubble
And you can knock on my door
But you can't knock the hustle

But I- it's like a game of twenty-one and I got nineteen
And my Jake but I put more 'd' on me
Lil Weezy Wee gon eat that's how it is

Got insurance on the floor man I'm that positive
And I'm shaggy in the saggy lens
Me an my squad in the paddy wagon tally Benz

And you know I put the mags on that
.45 mack with the flash on that
Who want it

Everybody sing along

[Hook x2]

Now I'ma ride cuz I got riding in my bloodline
And I'ma shine cuz I got shining in my bloodline
I get that dough cuz I got hustle in my bloodline

I bleed concrete

[Verse 2]

And when I move, I move out with the raw
I move out with the squad
To his album we ride we so mob

I throw lives and lowest to live
For my loaf of bread the people's player
I did what the culture said

And I live by the coast of Nostre Cid
$#&@ around I'll knock your shoulder from your head
Get it right I'm a soldier till I'm dead

This kid is white with buttonholes inside that bled
I'm pumping o's with lots of hay
I'm so high and really I don't even know why

And oh I just go buy a whole house
And lay my mat down lay her back down
But I never put my mack down

You see the thug in me
You know Weezy he the young son of Bubba-B
Buy my basketball shorts with a thunder B

If you want it then come to me
I'm right here


[Hook x2]

[Verse 3]

I'm G'd up
Only follow the code of the streets
Live bad to die good

Know how to move when hustling by the days with no food
But just so I can eat
And ain't it a (*##$

And if you see me getting fat I'm probably getting rich
And you probably can see me for some crack before six
And after that it's all bricks

A fake and my palm is wrapped around this eight
And my arm because the dirty south is straight Vietnam
I skate with the bomb

I'm asking you don't play with me at all
Shots hit your $$# and make three of y'all
It'll take three of y'all to fill one of my shoeprints

Cuz I did and do %#@! that's better than new %#@!
Fit for two clips
The kid is a nuisance

Awww man, he's inspired by his own gangsta music
And the Blueprint
Cruising through stoop with the ewe lit

like ooh %#@! this is more than weed, it's 500 Degreez

[Hook x2]

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